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In the Mind of CEO Armando's Temptress

She has a desirable future. He has a dark past. ** Maya Smith, an innocent 22-year-old part-timer counselor in McKnight Company and Bright Future Academy. What happens when she is asked by the CEO of McKnight Company to put all her focus on helping his son who is expected to be the best Co-CEO of the company? Armando McKnight, for reasons best known to himself, left the army and came back home. Every person close to him is happy that he is back home, but there is a catch: Armando is no longer the same person they used to know. As there has been no luck from different therapists and counselors, hope for Armando is placed in the hands of innocent counselor, Maya Smith. One look at Maya Smith, and Armando McKnight swears to wipe that smile off her face and chase her as he has done with other previous therapists and counselors at least that would make his father stop thinking of making him take complete control over the company. ** What happens when Armando McKnight yearns to see more of Maya’s smile every day? What happens when Armando discovers that all along his only friend, one of the mafia bosses is behind his family's misery? With dark secrets, distrusts, and nightmares. Can love between two completely different people blossom or will it die before it even begins? *** OTHER WORKS: THE DROWNING ALPHA THE FATE OF THE CURSED ALPHA FEMALE BRENDA: MY SHINING LOVER ALPHA MARINA'S DYING MATE AND THEIR HUMAN BETA Photo not mine will take down if the owner requests.

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Hello Cuckoo's Nest

{ARMANDO}

As a kid, I used to go to my parent's bedroom with no care in the world and dragged my mother out of bed. Gathering the cleaning necessities, I would eat her ears off by telling her of my night, be it bad or good. And then, my father and my sister would join us, and we would start cleaning the whole house. 

By the time Norah, Mr. Jaime, and Sally woke up, they would find the house sparkling clean. Then after, we would go to our pack and pick dirt from it, ignoring the looks everyone gave us. Instead of driving to a modern hotel to enjoy the day, we would go to our mother's hotel, replan the menu, and enjoy the rest of the day. Damn! Those were good times

Sometimes, we would clean my father's office while laughing our asses off. God dang! Those good old times. Yes, there was always something we did as a family.